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Altean Prince Lotor & Galra General Keith

[Keitor month day 3 - Role swap au]

Edit: Now on Redbubble

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Keitor Month Day 8: Free AU Day

In which a local Nerd meets the resident Bad Boy AU 😆

Can you guess who's who--? 😂

Commission Info | Ko-fi | RedBubble

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Keitor Month Day 4 - Abandonment

<< Day 3

Here’s the fourth installment of my Keitor Month drabbles! Enjoy! It’s a little late, but it’s also a little longer, so... :3

Keith/Lotor | PG-13 | ~1.5k words

Keith's not great with relationships, or personal interactions, or people in general. Every once in a while, he comes across someone special, someone he can connect to, who makes him feel like maybe he's not so different from everyone else, almost like he's halfway normal.

It doesn’t matter how hard Keith tries to cling to that sensation and actually become anything resembling ordinary, it never quite pans out the way he wants it to, and one way or another, his failure to measure up always leads to an inevitable end to whatever relationship he has at the time. Sometimes he gets a reason and other times he doesn't, but no one ever sticks around for very long. Eventually, it gets to the point where Keith no longer waits for things to end without his consent—utilizing what little control he still has and breaking things off before whoever can do it first.

Either way, the heartache never goes away, but at least when he makes the first move he can keep his pain in the acute phase, quickly convincing himself ‘it’s for the best’ and that it’s how he wants it to be. He’s better this way, alone, without anyone else hindering his objectives—whether by directly opposing him or creating another empty void somewhere within his broken soul.

But then Lotor came along, and even now Keith still isn't sure how he got so lucky. Somehow, Lotor manages to bypass the steel barricades he’s built up around himself and find his way into his heart, creating the perfect niche right in the center of it, one that Keith’s not sure will ever heal if it’s ever abandoned.

Being with Lotor shouldn’t be as easy it is. With his dedication to the Blade and Lotor’s place as Emperor of the Galra Empire, they’ve both had more than enough opportunities to drift apart and never look back. Keith still doesn't understand why, but Lotor keeps coming back to him. Every time he's called away for a mission with the Blade or when Lotor needs to leave and take care of his diplomatic responsibilities, something dark and cynical in the back of his mind, the part that's fed up with the agony of being alone tells him that this is it, that Lotor isn't coming back this time, or maybe he won’t.

Cutting himself out wouldn’t be difficult—in fact with how busy he is it’s almost harder to make enough time to seek Lotor out—but every time he gets the notion to stay back, that maybe he doesn’t need to leave the base this time around, that he can go another a phoeb without seeing his friends, and even longer without Lotor, Lotor always ruins those plans by finding him instead. It's almost like they have some sort of unspoken arrangement for whenever Keith's insecurities grow a little too heavy to handle on his own, and when he can't muster the strength to chase after Lotor, then Lotor will come for him, proving that maybe whatever they have isn't as one-sided as Keith thinks.

He's been happy with Lotor, in fact, he can't help but think Lotor makes him a little too happy, to the point where if he lets himself fall for Lotor more than he already has, he won't have enough willpower to pick himself back up if their relationship crumbles apart someday. Unless of course, he does that one thing he tends to do and ends everything before Lotor can take it away. Self-sabotage? Perhaps, but Keith prefers to think of it as facing reality and refusing to indulge in a beautiful lie that would only destroy him in the end.

It's a night, one where he and Lotor have the rare opportunity to spend more than a few vargas together that Keith finally decides he can't take it anymore. If Keith's being totally honest with himself, he'll admit that he loves being like this with Lotor. He loves being curled up next to him, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps and running his fingers through Lotor's long, snow-white hair. But just like his happiness, he loves this too much, and he knows he's not going to survive the day Lotor no longer wants him—because it's coming, it always does.

So, he puts an end to it, climbing out of bed and getting dressed as quietly as he can, which proves more difficult than he'd planned with all the shuffling around in the dark. After a little while, he finds his Blade suit, barely managing to put one leg in before he hears the shifting of covers on the bed. His breathing comes to a halt as he dares to look over, meeting Lotor's cat-like gaze staring at him through the darkness.

“Where are you going?” Lotor blinks up at him, his eyes still bleary from sleep, yet Keith still spots a hint of confusion flashing through them.

“I-” Keith finds himself at a loss for words. He might have come up with some lame excuse, something that would allow him to take back his transgression and pretend like everything's okay. But he doesn't—he can't lie, not to Lotor.

When they're alone like this, Lotor doesn't have an expressionless mask to hide behind. He's raw and open, willing to let Keith see him for everything he is and share what he feels, and right now, Keith finds himself staring into a void of pure anguish, a feeling he's all too familiar with.

“C’mere.” Lotor reaches out for him, and Keith doesn't have the resolve to resist. He gives in, sliding into bed and curling back up with Lotor, and in spite of what he’s just tried to get away with, Keith can't shake the notion he belongs here. He lets out a shaky breath, feeling a sense of relief for being caught as he presses his face into Lotor's chest, not quite ready to explain himself.  

After a few ticks, deft fingers start working through his hair—Lotor’s gentle touch is more than enough to make Keith relax against him.

“Even at my age, I still I find making connections with others exceedingly difficult, so when I come across someone special,” Keith doesn't need to look up, not when he can feel the pointed stare Lotor's giving him, making it obvious Lotor's talking about him, “I give everything I have to try and not lose them.”

Lotor’s words aren't accusatory nor explicit, but his voice says it all.

Keith pushes himself up to meet Lotor's gaze. “How did you know?”

“I’ve ruined my fair share of relationships,” the note of complete understanding in his voice tells Keith that Lotor's done the exact same thing he was trying to do several times over. “Leave before they can walk out on me, better they suffer than me.” Lotor gives him a melancholic smile as he reaches out to brush Keith's bangs out of his eyes. “I believe it's a method you're familiar with, yes?”

“That's the gist of it.” Keith nods, unable to say anything else.

“Listen, if you're ever unhappy with what we have and it's something we can't fix I won't make you stay,” Lotor's gaze drifts to the side for the briefest of ticks, and Keith can almost hear his heart break at the mere mention of losing each other, “but, from experience, what you're doing doesn't get easier, and if the fear that I'll abandon you is the only thing driving your desire to leave now, then I implore you to consider this:”

Before Keith can even think about what's happening, Lotor already has his arms wrapped around his body in a tight embrace, with his legs quickly following suit and securing them around Keith's waist, effectively trapping him right there in bed.

“You make a compelling argument.” Keith makes a futile attempt at wriggling out of Lotor's hold, emphasizing his claim. He finds that Lotor's willing to adjust his limbs for the sake of letting Keith move a bit and get himself comfortable, but otherwise Lotor remains unrelenting in keeping Keith close and protected.

“I thought so.” Lotor sounds way too pleased with himself right now, but Keith can't deny that in this case, he absolutely deserves it.

“For the record, I don't want to leave you.” He thinks that should be obvious, but nevertheless, Keith seeks to prove his claim by shifting in Lotor's arms just enough so that he can slide his arms around Lotor in turn, his fingers eventually weaving their way into Lotor's hair. Keith lets a content sigh pass through his lips as he relishes in the familiar softness.

“I know,” Lotor replies, placing a chaste kiss to Keith's temple before nuzzling that exact spot. He doesn't elaborate, but Keith doesn't need him to.

That's another thing about Lotor—not only does he always return to him without fail, but his total understanding of him, even when he fails to explain himself properly means everything, and he realizes then and there that this, what he shares with Lotor, is something he can't afford to lose. For once, he's giving Lotor his trust, and he's not going to run away. Even when things get overwhelming and his anxiety gets the better of him, he'll see this through, because deep down, he knows Lotor will always be there for him.

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Keitor Month Themes

Surprise! Here are the themes voted by you!

You may recognize few of the themes from Keitor Week here, but as requested, they’re back.

Don’t forget to read the rules!

In case you can’t see the calendar well, here are the themes:

Free Day

Leadership

Role Swap AU

Abandonment

Mythology AU

Spring Flowers Pt. 1 (Daffodil, Snowdrop, Camellia, Primrose)

Heritage

Free AU Day

Soulmate AU

Confessions

Alpha/Beta/Omega

Forgiveness

Supernatural AU

Trust/Betrayal

Free Kink Day

Spring Flowers Pt. 2 (Lilac, Lily of the Valley, Tulip, Pansy)

Past/Future

BDSM

Royalty

Conflict

Domestic AU

Life/Death

Fairytale AU

Realities

Love/Hate

Friendship/Rivalry

Half-Galra

School/College AU

Secrets

Fluff Day

For Spring Flowers, you can choose one or all of it. It’s your choice. This applies to other themes with multiple selections.  I will have the flower meanings up in the next post since I left my notes at home.

For Free AU Day, it could be any AUs you like to do that are not listed.

If you have any further questions, feel free to send me an ask! 

Have a wonderful day, everyone!

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A Rabbit’s Diary

(For Keitor Month, Day 1 : Free Day)

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He was a plain rabbit. A plain, black rabbit with an unusual hairstyle. His eyes are pretty normal except when light hits at a certain angle, it becomes violet. His ears are groom and clean.

Keith took a deep breathe and twisted his body halfway as he checked his backside. His hand adjusted his cottontail when his tight pant shifted more to the left.

He had to look good. Shiro told him too or else he will send Allura in. He rather not have that happen.

He was lost in his thoughts when his eyes glanced up to see the most beautiful rabbit in the world.

Long, snow white hair. Pale lavender fur. Night blue sky eyes.

The beautiful rabbit. He was their leader of the pack. The “Prince” of the pack as everyone would called him.

He was Keith’s secret crush.

And he was staring at Keith with unreadable expression.

The first thought popped in Keith’s mind? He ran out the restroom.

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His second encounter became eventful to say the least. He wasn’t sure if the Gods of Rabbit Moon were playing tricks with him, but he did not expect this.

Not in real life.

He had thought several mental scenarios of meeting the “Prince”. The conversations he would respond and react to. How he would make himself presentable in front of the “Prince”.

But somehow, for some unknown reason, he was unable to utter a single word. Not a single sound when the “Prince” came up to him and asked for his hand.

He felt hyponotize by just staring in those sparkling eyes and listening to his Prince’s voice when asked.

Whatever happened to the infamous Black Rabbit of Marmora clan who knows how to run on instinct and go head-on?

“You are quite pleasing in my eyes. What is your name, little one?”

Keith would have back kick the fools who would called him little. Yes, he was much smaller than his clan, but he accepted it as his advantage.

With the Prince, he just left his mouth gaping. The Prince smiles and used one of his perfect claws to rest underneath his chin, and pushed up to close.

“Well? I hope no cat has your tongue.”

Keith shook his head to clear his mind and get out of his ridiculous trance. His Prince was waiting for his answer and all he did was looking like a fool.

He opened his mouth.

He slapped both paws over his mouth with widen eyes.

He is going to dig a bigger hole of his home to hide the humiliation.

It was NOT how he wanted his first response to come out.

“I want to be your carrot.”

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Day 17 - Past/Future

Super late piece for Keitormonth that I had a lot of fun working on!

My Redbubble

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Keitor Month Day 2 - Leadership

<< Day 1   Day 3 >>

Here’s the second installment of my Keitor Month drabbles! Enjoy! :3

Keith/Lotor | PG | ~960 words

(This takes place at some point during season 3!)

It’s not fair, really. Keith’s come so far—managing to break into Lotor’s base all on his own, slip past security and maneuver through the ship’s databases, obtaining critical intel that had eluded Voltron’s grasp for months, thereby succeeding in his own personal mission—that is until, of course, being captured by the Prince himself. As much as it pains him to admit it, Lotor had caught him off guard, attacking at just the right moment and before Keith knows what's happening, Lotor has him pinned to a wall, holding him up by his wrists over his head with one large hand, leaving Keith thoroughly winded and fresh out of options.

“So, you’re the Black Paladin, leader of Voltron.” Lotor muses, lowering himself to Keith's level, coming dangerously close as his fierce gaze burns into Keith’s very core, and in Keith’s opinion, looking more and more perplexed with each passing tick. If he’s not mistaken, Lotor sounds discouraged by his presence, like he expects someone else, someone who has something Keith clearly doesn’t, and perhaps he's imagining it, but Lotor seems rather nonplussed about the entire ordeal, which only serves to get under his skin more than the situation at hand already has.

“Sorry, I'm not what you were expecting,” Keith mumbles under his breath, taking Lotor's apparent disappointment harder than he should be, but he can't help it. He’s tired of being underestimated, never quite measuring up to anyone’s standards, and the fact that he cares what Lotor thinks just makes everything so much worse. Forgetting his insecurities for the moment, Keith looks up at Lotor, renewed animosity flickering through his eyes.

“I don’t know what you’ve got planned, but I’ve got nothing to say, so just get it over with already.” Lotor’s sorely mistaken if he thinks he has a chance of getting any sort of information out of him. Anything of he has of value will go with him to his grave.

Lotor blinks, his expression softening, showing a trace emotion Keith doesn't care to describe flashes through his sapphire eyes.

“You think I mean to harm you?” Lotor shakes his head, the stray lock of hair he keeps in front of his eyes ghosts across Keith's cheek, leaving the scent of fresh lilac in its wake. “I may have brought an end to your,” he pauses, as if he's unsure of what he'd caught Keith doing, “meddling,” he settles on after a few ticks, “and perhaps I've got you in a compromising situation, but you, my friend, look eager for a fight, which I have no intention of engaging in, nor do I wish to hurt you.” Reaching out with his free hand, gentle fingers brush against his cheek, eliciting softest of gasps from Keith, in spite of his best efforts to remain unaffected. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

Whatever biting retort he had at the ready dies on the tip of his tongue; his combative drive is lost to the wind as his mind scrambles to process Lotor's response. This isn't supposed to happen, not with him. Once again, Lotor’s succeeded in pulling the rug out from under his feet, only this time his body betrays him, growing warmer by the second, sparking not-so-unpleasant sensations within him.

“You may not be the Paladin who defeated my father,” as if he needs another reminder, “but you have your own style, and I very much admire the leadership you’ve shown thus far.” The sincerity in Lotor’s voice makes Keith go weak in the knees, and if he surely would have fallen if Lotor hadn’t already been holding him up. “Let’s try this again after you've reached your potential.”

And with that, Lotor releases his vice grip around his wrists and steps back, effectively setting Keith free. By some miracle, Keith catches himself and stands up properly, his gaze shifts back to Lotor, waiting for his next move.

“If you take that corridor you'll eventually find your way out without any trouble.” Keith’s eyes follow in the direction Lotor points to, immediately locating the door in question.

“You’re letting me go?” Not that he wants to look a gift horse in the mouth, but the sudden revelation is a little hard to swallow. Keith wishes he could just take this chance and run for it, but as always, he digs his heels in, determined to get some answers. “What about all the info I stole?”

Lotor offers him a non-committal shrug, “I only stopped you here because if you'd gotten any further you would have run into my generals, and they wouldn’t be kind enough to extend the same favor.” A certain glimmer flashes through Lotor’s eyes. “Do with your newfound knowledge what you will, I’m rather curious to see what you and your team come up with using my gift.”

“I will make you regret this,” Keith declares, determined to prove the error in Lotor's ways. Despite what Lotor may think, he won't be getting a second chance at this. His act of generosity (Keith doesn’t know what else he could call it when in his mind there is no obvious benefit where Lotor’s concerned) will be his undoing.

“I’m looking forward to it,” Lotor replies just as quickly, the corners of his lips turn upwards in a grin, a real smile devoid of malice or anything sinister, and it's all for him.

Keith snorts a that, but otherwise doesn't stand around long enough for Lotor to change his mind and makes for the exit Lotor gestured to a dobosh ago. He’ll never admit it, but there’s a small piece of him that just might feel the same way, if only to see the Prince’s tender smile once more.

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